Two Worlds

I lay atop a strange plinth,

Unaware of what’s to come.

I cover myself, smothered

In a shroud, hiding from night.

I stir, tossing and turning, Slowly fading, and arrive.

* * *

I cannot tell you how, but I awaken now in another place, another world.

Twisted are its corridors, its roads and its passages,

Fragmented shadows of their distant Earthly counterparts.

Perhaps I am somewhere new - perhaps I am somewhere old, My memory betrays me. Faces blurred, voices muffled.

Simultaneously a vivid, and clouded, life lived.

Whilst I am here, this world is as true and real as life.

A distant bell rings, calling me back to the world in which I originated - torn.

* * *

Away, I return to the Soft duvet plinth, and it’s gone.

I cannot recall it now, The strange life I lived last night.

A private, secret, lonely World, destroyed by break of dawn.